bloodsucker chapter 11: vein tap
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content warnings: sexual content, descriptions of blood
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the forest around us continued to become denser. i couldn’t be sure which state we were in; but i figured we had crossed a boundary at some point. “where are we going?” i asked for the thousandth time. i knew he wouldn’t answer; but it would annoy him.
he groaned loudly, throwing his head back on the seat, “if you keep asking i’m going to put a blindfold on you.” he flicked his neck to me before turning his attention back on the road. for a few miles the roads had emptied; we were on a street with beat up tar and potholes now.
i poked his arm repeatedly, “ooh that sounds fun.” i was amped up on nerves; eren was taking me to some random place. i couldn’t stop my feet from kicking with excitement. “should i tell sasha i won’t be home tonight?” my mood was almost killed at the revelation. i didn’t want to freak her out, especially with my behavior the past few weeks.
eren furrowed his brows, shaking his head, “she already knows,” his voice came out nonchalant. it was my turn to furrow my brows, “you told her? what are you planning, asshole?” my whole body thrummed with anticipation, down to my toes and fingertips.
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closing the car door, i was in awe at the sight before me. a little cabin in the woods, a creek running past the side of it. “how’d you find this place,” i turned to eren, who wore a goofy smile at my reaction. the weather was misty; the atmosphere adding even more to the beauty. “my dad got it for my mom.. but they haven't used it in years,” the connotation was depressing, but his tone was anything but.
eren grabbed the bags from the trunk; something he seemed to be doing often. “there’s nothing around for miles,” he must have noticed i was scanning the treeline, “the pantry should be pretty stocked, though,” he added nonchalantly. had he been planning this? it seemed too organized to be a whim.
it took him a minute to get the lock to work correctly, but i followed him into the cabin soon after. the rooms weren’t big, but they were cozy. even without being lived in, the air was fresh, smelling of cedarwood and pine. “there’s only one bedroom, so you’ll just have to sleep with me,” he turned his head over his shoulder, smirking. his tone was humorous; but part of me hoped he was serious.
i shivered; at his words and at the cold air in the cabin. it seemed to be warmer outside, somehow. “are you cold,” eren noticed, already walking towards the fireplace in the living and dining room. “yeah, kind of,” i laughed dryly, covering my torso with my arms. he made quick movements to grab a lighter.
with eren fixing the fireplace, i tucked myself into the couch, trying to create more warmth around myself. “how long are we staying here,” he might’ve cleared it with sasha, but i still had more questions about why we were here. i wouldn’t ask most of them; i want to be here with him.
“already ready to leave?” he chuckled, pausing his task. laughing through my nose, “the opposite actually,” i moved my legs uncomfortably, awaiting his response. his attention turned back to the wood, “however long you want to. i packed extra for you,” he brushed it off. i couldn’t understand why he kept doing that. like he didn’t plan a trip alone to a cabin. with me.
the time we spent at jean’s lakehouse was different. we were under the connotation of a friend-tip. this felt like anything but. “such a gentleman,” i joked as the fire before me finally lit up. it illuminated the cabin; adding to the mood. i had already started to feel warm from the butterflies eren was creating.
walking over to his bag, he searched through it before pulling a jacket out. he threw it over my head before i could process anything, “put it on,” i was quick to remove it from my face, “there’s something else i want to show you,” he turned his head, trying to hide the smile that peeked through his face.
he led me to the garage, the opening door revealed an ever thicker scent of pine. i couldn’t guess the last time the door was even opened, the hinges squeaked, covered in rust. the movement caused dust to fly into the air, i coughed into my arm; closing my eyes to keep them saturated. eren let out a cough of his own; but gained his composure quickly.
moving to the covered object in the middle, he removed the sheet from it, sweeping up even more dust, “holy shit,” i muttered through coughs. “sorry,” he chuckled, before letting out another cough. after the dust settled, i looked at the revealed object. a harley.
“holy shit!” i brought myself next to him, “i’ve always wanted to ride one,” my smile was impossibly big. sometimes it felt like eren knew things about me no one else did.
picking up a helmet on one of the garage racks, he placed it over my head, “well today’s your lucky day,” i gripped the edges, helping him put it on. my vision decreased, even with the opening over my eyes. still, i could see eren remove the tie from his hair; all of it coming down. trying to hide the red on my cheeks, i looked away. “how do you even have this?”
he shrugged, “another gift,” i could make out the satisfied smirk before he covered it with a similar helmet. everything about eren’s lifestyle screamed ‘extremely rich,’ yet he never made a big deal out of it. like everyone had cabins and harleys laying around.
moving the bike towards the outdoors, i barely made out eren’s mutter. something about hoping it doesn’t need a fix. “so where are we going?” the excitement clumped in my stomach kept me from feeling tired from the past few days.
his eyes glared at me through the opening, “will you stop asking that?” my giggle was muffled through my helmet. eren got on the bike, looking at me expectantly. his eyes slit again, “do you need direction,” he joked, but i really did. i tipped my head down in a solemn nod.
his laugh was muffled too, “kick up on that,” he pointed at a small solid piece of metal, extending his arm for me to grab. taking it, i swung my right leg over the other side of the bike, and settled my arms around his waist. ultimately my hands clasped on his lower stomach. his breathing hitched before he focused on the bike again.
“do i have to tell you not to let go,” i brought my head closer to his, “no!” i had to yell over the engine he finally got to spark up. his back went rigid as my grip tightened, bringing the front of my body closer to his back.
the wind was hard to feel through the layers of clothes i wore, but it was pricking at my exposed neck. my untied hair was whipping through the back of the helmet, causing me to tuck my head into the center of his back. the road below us was rigid with old tar and leaves that had made their way over it in the absence of use.
the covering over my eyes was tinted black, but i could still make out the trees quickly passing by. my arms didn’t stay connected to eren for long, as the bike stopped. being able to see the view in front of me; there was a lake below the cliff the bike had approached.
with the hum of the engine dying out, i took it as a signal to hop off the bike, eren once again held my hand steady. “you like?” his voice was muffled, but he made quick work at taking off my helmet before his own, “mhm,” i was busy scanning the world around me.
eren’s hair was messy with the absence of the helmet, and i subconsciously fixed my own. “now that you can’t run anywhere, you know i’m going to ask about vampires, right.” his eyes rolled far back into his head, a groan escaping from his throat. he secured the bike, letting it rest on the flat ground. he walked over to the edge of the cliff; letting his feet hang as he sat down.
i followed him easily. “you can’t know that,” he barely looked in my direction; reaching out to move a piece of hair from my face before turning back to the lake. “can’t or shouldn't?” he shot me a glare without moving his head. i changed my gaze to the lake too. there really wasn’t anything around us; like no one knew this was even here. the drop was short, maybe twenty or so feet. sunlight glistened on the water for fractions of a second; constantly fighting with the heavy clouds in the sky.
it remind me that eren didn’t burn or sparkle in the sunlight. “so sunlight… i haven’t seen you wither away yet,” i made my tone easy, hoping to lull him into answers. “that’s not even funny,” he titled his back further, moving his arms to support him.
“it’s just draining. spending more than a few hours in it feels like running a marathon.” for the first time since we had left for rose, eren looked tired. like the mere thought exhausted him. he had kept his eyebags throughout the trip, but they suddenly looked heavier than usual.
“how discomforting,” i teased him, which earned me a light shove to the shoulder. “and why haven’t you ever bit into me?” he kept his gaze on the scape in front of us, but his eyes slitted. “fangs have venom, i have no control over it. if i ever nicked your skin, you’d turn.”
i reached out to his face, pulling his lip up. “it’s that easy?” i asked, looking at his teeth. they were normal; so fangs only came out with bloodlust. i retracted my hand when i realized how still eren was. “yeah,” he responded after having control over his mouth again.
i wondered if it hurt to turn. the topic of vampirism was still new to me; i didn’t understand it. but for just a moment, i thought about being one. with eren. my brain had finally registered that i might continue to age, and eren wouldn’t. don’t be silly, i shivered, he doesn't even see you like that. “are you dead?” i couldn’t stop myself from yearning for more scraps of information.
he laughed loudly, but there wasn't any humor in it. “no,” he answered quickly before going silent again. neither of us looked at each other. “my body circulates the blood i drink,” he responded after what felt like minutes in silence.
everything about eren’s habits finally made sense, “so that’s why you look dead when you haven’t fed.” there’s nothing to really pump after a while. “who do you feed from?” i voiced the thought, remembering the image of him sucking on another girl's neck. i could see his eyes peek over at me, but he didn’t respond.
now i was really concerned, “who!” my heart beat a little faster. he shook his head, looking down at his legs that hung over the edge. a chuckle left his lips; but it twisted with a groan of disgust. “jean,” he muttered it so softly, i wouldn’t have caught it if i wasn’t so familiar with the sound of his name.
“huh?!” my brows were furrowed at the revelation. i turned my body to look at him in surprise. jean?! i knew they were lying about their history, but i couldn’t see today’s jean feeding today’s eren. “so what, he lets you drink from him?” if that’s where eren was getting blood from; then jean had to be certain about what eren was. he made it seem like he had no idea. i guess, he couldn’t really tell me anyway. i hadn’t told him either.
“no!” eren looked to me, almost with a fearful expression. “god no, he pours it in a glass.” he shook his head again, like he was disturbed he told me in the first place. his lip twitched, like he had the thought of feeding directly from jean. “if i started doing that, would you take mine?”
“no, i won’t drink yours,” again his answer came quick. it came so naturally; like he had already spent a lot of time thinking about it. i couldn’t help the ebb of pain i felt rise in me at yet another refusal to drink my blood. why does it bother me so much?
“okay so i definitely don’t taste good.” a scoff was his only response. i opened my mouth, still more questions on the tip of my tongue, “no more questions,” he caught me. “about vampires,” he rephrased, not closing the door entirely.
“so i can ask about zeke?” i still couldn’t be sure if he was even a vampire. eren sighed, “there’s nothing to tell. just dysfunctional family shit. but i’m serious, you still need to be cautious when you’re not with me.” eren’s tone was cold again; i hadn’t heard it like that in a while. it didn’t seem to be directed towards me, but i still wondered if things would go back to tense when we returned. no, i had to snap myself out of it. everything was different now.
“okay,” i accepted, reluctantly.
eren’s face tensed as he looked toward the sky, “shit,” he muttered. i kept my eyes on him, trying to read his features, “what?” he pointed to the sky, “storm’s coming.” i followed his gaze, finally realizing that all traces of the sun had disappeared; leaving angry clouds in it’s wake. below us, the lake seemed to roar at the presence of them.
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the storm came in quickly; soaking both of us on the short motorcycle ride back to the cabin. my hair was still somewhat damp; spots of water covered eren’s fresh clothes i had changed into. the fireplace kept me warm, i sat next to it, lightly roasting a marshmallow on a stick.
as i turned it, i watched the tv above me. sounds from stalkers and runners echoed around the small living room; “i love the last of us,” eren had just turned it on. he sat on the couch with just a pair of sweats. a slightly wet towel was hung around his shoulders, his hair somehow wetter than mine. “i played the original when it first came out,” he barely looked over to me, keeping his focus on the game.
my eyes widened more than i intended them to, “really?” my tone caused him to spare me a glance.
“yeah, why are you so surprised?” his forehead stressed, showing a wrinkle of confusion.
i had to stifle the laugh in my throat, “it’s so fucked up, but i kinda imagined you grew up in a dungeon.” he really looked at me now, glaring at me with a dirty look, “that is fucked up.” the laugh he gave as he refocused was the only hint that he wasn’t offended.
“but no,” he started, “everything was textbook. besides the impending doom of vampirism,” he kicked his feet up on the ottoman in front of him, “i went to private middle school, though. armin and mikasa went with me on scholarship, but i knew them way before that.”
“did you all wear matching skirts?” i had to tease, earning me another glare. i might’ve been right about his family having money, but i think his lack of concern is because of how lonely he might’ve been. “do they know?” i had to ask, after finding out about jean.. anyone could’ve known it seems.
“no. they’re in the dark for their own good,” a light frown appeared on his face. “i think they know not to ask about the family irregularities,” he died in the game; giving me his whole face for a grimace this time, “unlike you,” his tone was cold.
i threw out an assumption, trying to subtly gain more traction, “and you got close with jean in highschool.” his features were taken aback, like i had caught him off guard. but he didn’t seem surprised, “how do you know?”
“a little birdie,”i thought back to the picture in jean’s room. it’s the only thing that makes sense. i knew better than to ask about the name marco. he threw everything right back at me, “and you met porco in highschool?”
i removed my charred marshmallow from the fire, adding it to the graham cracker in front of me, “objection!” i raised my voice slightly, “relevancy,” i said with a bored tone. i really didn’t want to talk about porco. did he even have any real relevance in my life? “you’re not going to throw me bones about your life?” his tone was almost offended.
“there’s not much to know,” i took a bite of my s’more, turning my attention back on the game. he was almost finished with seattle day 2. “so lit major, what’s your favorite book?” i asked, seeing he was at a dull point in the game. he only took a few seconds to think about it, “pride and prejudice.” i nodded my head, pursing my lips.
“you haven’t read it,” he knew my thoughts immediately. “haven’t read or seen it, but it’s on my tbr i swear,” he paused the game easily; the sounds of runners abruptly stopped, “get up here.” he adjusted his legs while pointing to the spot next to him. i discarded my s’more, curling my legs up on the couch, my body was rubbing against his side, “are you gonna twilight-me?”
“it’s only fair,” he held the remote in one hand, filing through the library of movies, while bringing his other over my shoulder, pressing me closer to him. he didn’t need to make his own body heat; i was kept warm enough with the nerves that shot through me. being around him felt like alcohol slipping down my throat.
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opening my eyes, i felt weight around my torso. my ears responded before my eyes did, “you have a habit of falling asleep minutes into movies.” with the pressure easing from my body, i opened my eyes to find eren retracting his arms. i laid across his lap, head tucked into the other side of his body.
“did you just watch me sleep all night, creep?” the rays of sunlight peeked through the windows, i covered my eyes, trying to block it out. “well there wasn’t anything else to do,” his eyes avoided mine, and he tilted his chin up to hide his features, “girl preventing me from moving,” he muttered under his breath. i took it as my sign to move from his lap.
rubbing my eyes, eren extended his body upward, “there’s a trail we can hike along the creek,” eren shot the idea out. i nodded my head; still trying to wake up.
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the pancakes eren cooked me this morning were sitting at the bottom of my stomach, weighing me down. eren walked ahead of me, but stayed close. his long legs were taking tiny strides, trying to keep in step with me.
it was well past midday, and the sun shone down on the path before us. all the remaining clouds from the storm were gone; a small sweat pricked on the back of my neck. it was quite an unusual change, considering the time of year. the semester was almost over. i tried to push the anxiety the thought caused down; i was enjoying my time here.
“so do you not have any plans, or did you not want to bring them up around my dad.” other than being a vampire; there was still a lot about eren that i didn’t know. “not really. i just know i want to do something quiet.”
the leaves crunched below our feet, chirping birds could be heard. the difference between a cloudy day and a sunny one was drastic. “i wanted to be a doctor when i was little. follow in my dad’s footsteps. but then his footsteps changed, and i don’t want to be stuck going down that path for the rest of my life.” his back turned halfway, scanning me over, “were you lying?”
“no. but quiet sounds good.” my life had always been quiet. my life at school. my life at home. i learned to find comfort in it. i could spend the rest of my life in silence. but thinking about the future too much left me with a pit of anxiety.
eren drew me out of thought, “we should turn back.” his body faced mine now, already staring the motion for the other direction. “i can keep going,” i said through a pant. i had gotten another full night of sleep, and i lounged with eren all morning. why was i so tired?
“no you can’t,” he laughed, glancing at my strides, attempting to keep up with him, “i’ve never seen you walk so slowly.” instead of responding, i let out another puff of air.
“you gonna room with sasha next year?” he wasn’t talking about next semester; he meant the junior year. it was weird to think about eren caring about the future. my future. “we haven’t talked about it, but probably. jean and connie mentioned something about moving in with us, but no way.”
“jean’s a good roommate. very clean, but i think connie would fuck all of you guys over.” my steps stuttered. i must have really undermined their friendship. i knew their bond was stronger than they let on, but living together? every time i finally understood something, i took three steps back on understanding something else. “you lived with jean?”
“yeah, for a year. just about,” his tone was cagey, like he didn’t really realize what he said until i asked.
“so.. are you gonna be at sina next year?” i couldn’t help but ask. if he was gonna disappear again, should i just cut my losses? everyday i seemed to get more attached; being constantly alone with him only intensified my feelings. as if the idea of him being gone wasn’t alarming before. it seemed debilitating to think about now.
“i don’t know. i’m already here. might as well keep going,” the crunch of the leaves was the only sound between us, until he interrupted again, “and i have a few reasons to stay,” he didn’t look at me, but his tone was directed at me. i was happy to walk behind him, concealing the red spread across my face.
in the distance, the cabin could be spotted; chimney spouting a small amount of smoke from the fire eren had kept going. the sky was turning a light pink; signaling the third night spent away from sina. i couldn’t be sure why he took me here. something told me he thought he was being a good friend; trying to compensate for the guilt he felt over my mom.
a sigh hung in the air; it left my mouth after sucking in a large breath. in part from the realization, and the other because i was exhausted from the short hike. “you hot?” eren asked, noticing my temperament.
“kind of.. weird after being so cold for months,” i wondered if eren could feel warmth. just couldn’t emit any. i never liked the cold before i met eren. the weather seemed like a good trade off for how beautiful sina was, but now i felt myself feeling disconnected from heat entirely.
eren grabbed the hem of his t-shirt, slowly slipping it from his body. we had neared the cabin; he threw it to the deck from the few feet we were standing from it. the next thing he took off were his sweatpants; leaving him in just a pair of boxers. “good thing there’s a freezing cold creek next to us,” he shot me a glinting smile as he upticked his pace towards the water. the now orange sky reflected on the water, eren looked at the surface, scanning the bottom. he jumped in, lifting his legs to his chest in a cannon ball before plunging into the surface.
he threw his long hair back with the aid of his hand when he came back up, “don’t just stand there!” he yelled to me, a few inches of his chest stood against the surface of the water. i took eren’s shirt off my body, before moving towards the basketball shorts he lent me.
i covered my body; insecure with eren’s gaze on me. i had kept on my strappy bra and thong, but i felt naked under his eye regardless. “is it deep?” i asked, looking under the surface. any confidence i had built up was shot. it might not have been the first time eren saw me like this, but it felt different this time.
“it is right here,” he pushed himself toward the edge of the creek, bringing more of his body out as the ground changed beneath him. he extended his hand before offering an ultimatum, “you don’t have to come in. there’s a shower in the cabin,” he said it as though i hadn’t used the shower yet. i knew it was there; but the poor option made me take his hand, letting him guide me into the water.
even with the small sweat i had worked up, the water was ice cold on my skin; doing more than just cooling me down. i held back a shudder as my torso dipped below the surface. “not so hot anymore,” eren teased, keeping a perfect composure in the chill.
my teeth started chattering lightly with my body fully submerged. my mind kept telling me to get out of the water, but eren’s body was so close to mine. he drifted back to the deep spot, keeping his head above the water. his hands came around my waist, keeping me afloat. my concentration on swimming was low; i barely had to kick my feet. i focused on eren, but he was already staring into my eyes.
“why’d you come with me,” my voice was shaky from both nerves and the cold that suffocated my body. he didn’t respond, but his eyes were set in mine, “to rose.” i sucked in a breath, the cold seeming to compress my chest, “and then take me here?” i rambled in his silence.
he blinked, and his face was impossible to read. “because i wanted to,” his voice was quiet. i wouldn't have been able to hear it if i wasn’t so close to him. “well why do you want to?” i couldn’t take not knowing anything for certain anymore.
“i can’t stop the urge that’s constantly pulling myself toward you,” my breath hitched as he said it. eren refused to break eye contact. he steadied himself in the water, removing his hands from my waist and bringing them toward my cheeks, cupping them. my eyes blew wide at the action, but i closed them as eren leaned in closer to my face.
his lips barely brushed mine, he connected them without moving for a moment. it was soft; his hands just grazed my cheeks, like he didn’t want to break me. he was quick to pull away, returning his gaze back to my eyes. i let out a huff of hair. from the nerves, from the cold, from everything. i stopped breathing entirely after. “can i?” he asked with his face still close to mine.
i nodded, bringing my legs to wrap around his torso, steading the both of us. when eren kissed me again, it was harsher. his hands became more set on my face as he moved his mouth with mine. my arms wrapped around his neck, hands hanging off. he mirrored my actions, but his hands wrapped underneath my shoulder blades, attempting to push my body further into his.
i couldn’t understand why he was kissing me. why he felt the urge to be around me. i had spent so much time convincing myself my feelings were one-sided, i didn’t consider the possibility i was wrong. but now, i knew i was right. the way his body delicately wrapped itself around me proved otherwise.
eren was quick to move down to my neck; already knowing the spots that would set me off. “i’m cold,” i barely managed to speak it. but i wanted whatever this was escalating to, not to happen in the middle of a freezing creek. he disconnected his mouth from my body, “sorry,” he lightly chucked. could he even feel cold like i could?
i wasn’t given much time to think about it, eren was pulling my body out of the water with his. he kept a strong grip on me, and i brought my lips to suck at his ear lobe as he brought us closer to the cabin. i nipped it with my teeth, earning a sound from him.
working my way down his neck, he was opening the cabin doors. one of his hands released my leg, snaking into my hair as he gave it a tug, pulling my head away from his neck. he connected his lips with mine again; the roughness causing fireworks to spark in my core.
eren pulled my thighs closer to his stomach, i ground my hips into him instinctually. a whimper shot out through his mouth into mine; causing me to bite at his bottom lip. pulling it back, i opened my eyes to look into his. they were blazing, and hungry. he pushed my shoulders off, throwing me into the bed that was now below us.
“fuck,” he muttered, “you look so good spread out,” with his gaze on my body, i brought my knees up higher, using my arms to cover my breasts. this damn bra did nothing to cover me up. eren smirked at my reaction, lightly tracing his fingers over my legs, bringing them to hang off the bed; exposing my stomach, “don’t be shy,” he chucked in my ear as he brought his hand up to my neck; cutting off blood flow.
bringing my hands around his waist, i dug my nails into his skin, “you make me nervous,” i choked out through the pressure of my neck. eren’s lips were back on mine in an instant, taking his other hand to circle my nipple, squeezing one of my boobs. the attention caused a moan to slip out of me; his grip tightened at the sound.
i moved my hands to his chest, pushing him off and detaching our lips. lifting my torso up, my hands were back on his waist, shoving him to lay down on the bed. he lightly bit at his lip, allowing me to move him. tracing my lips down his chiseled stomach, i sucked and bit at the skin; leaving plenty of marks that would heal quicker than mine. i hooked my fingers into his boxer line; looking up at him for permission.
his eyes slitted; vision getting hazy. he moved them down further, and i slipped off him to the floor, standing with my knees. his hard dick popped through, hitting his belly button. all my motions stopped, mouth parting in awe, “what? too big for you?” i had to gulp, looking up to see the cocky look on his face.
a confident smile was plastered on his face as he stared into my eyes. “you can’t be serious,” i muttered, this wasn’t gonna fit in any part of me. scanning up the eight inches, a silver piercing poked through his pink tip; precum already coating it. i pursed my lips, trying to hide the smile. “open up baby,” his hands were tangled in the hair on the back of my head, slightly pushing my head down.
“so eager,” i teased, pulling my head back. i cupped his dick in my hand, running my thumb over the tip. moving my hand further down, i let spit slip down my lips onto his tip, spreading it by swirling my tongue around his tip. looking up at his through my lashes, his head was already jerking back, breathing getting heavier. “fuck,” his voice was soft and whiny. i took it as my sign to shove him into my mouth, a gag escaped as i tried to adjust to his size.
my hand pumped down his shaft, covering what my mouth couldn't, while my other gave attention to his balls. bobbing my head up and down, his grip tightened around my hair but he stopped pushing. instead his tights flexed, and he resisted the urge to crush my head, trying to keep them apart. i removed one of my hands to grip at his thighs; causing a low moan to leave his mouth.
his head and back were leaned pretty far back now, i continued moving my head further down his cock; vision getting blurry with the lack of airflow. his piercing scraped against the back of my throat, i brought my knees closer together at the feeling.
he tugged at my hair, bringing me further down his dick. his breathing was audible now; heavy pants left him. he suddenly used his grip to pull me off; i sucked in a big breath as saliva dripped down my mouth, “i don’t wanna cum yet,” his voice still low and scratchy. i giggled at his state and he responded by tugging me up further onto his body, one hand guiding my waist.
my heat pulsated against his thigh, and i hitched at the pressure, a hiss coming from the back of my throat. each of us sat catching our breaths; my hands trailed him, trying to get a better feel for his body. he did the same, coming close to my panties that were still on.
on the nightstand, i noticed a dagger. a devilish smile appeared on my lips as i extended a hand to grab it. handing it over to him, “please,” i gripped his jawline, forcing him to look into my eyes. “no-” it left his mouth quickly, and he sucked in another breath, his eyes changing.
they turned black at the offer in front of him, “are you sure?” he gave in quickly, unable to resist. “yes, eren, i need you too,” i practically begged, eager to have him suck the blood from my body again.
within an instant, i could feel a sting on the side of my neck, eren moving my hair off my shoulder to latch his mouth onto the side. my nails trailed over his back, my own arching at the contact. his teeth scraped against my skin; holding back a bite. his tongue swirled in my blood and a guttural moan left my lips. i could feel a build up in my stomach, and i couldn’t stop my hips from riding on his thigh.
the feeling was even more euphoric on my neck than my wrist, and it almost spiraled me into an orgasm. eren stopped himself quickly, grabbing my cheeks to scan my face. his black eyes bored into mine, making sure i was okay. “you taste so good,” i could feel heat covering my face.
blood began dripping down my front side; eren tried to clean it up with his tongue. my skin was stained red, and it started to rub off on him too. the cut tingled, like the skin was stitching back together, “i want more,” i whispered into his ear, sending him into a frenzy.
my body was thrown further onto the bed, my head at the bottom of the pillows. eren was on top of me again, licking at the remaining blood. his fingers slipped under my panties, spreading my slick over my folds, “i love how wet you get for me,” his voice made my back arch further, my stomach coming into contact with his. his fingers followed my movements, ripping the clothing off my body entirely. he blew air onto my pussy, causing me to squirm further.
after laughing at my reaction to him, his features stiffened in seriousness. “are you okay with this,” he asked for confirmation, hand gripping my jawline, forcing me to look at him. my senses were overwhelmed, all i could force was a nod. his hands easily slid under my lower back, hauling me forward. my legs wrapped around him, hips moving forward.
my core was already burning with arousal, and it was exemplified with the exertion to keep it in the air. eren took his cock in one hand, lightly brushing it between my folds, “don’t tease,” i criticized him; already burning up. working my hand into his hair; i gave his bun a rough tug.
“don’t complain,” he removed his dick away from my folds, slapping his hand on my clit. another jolt shot through me; breaths becoming ragged. i pulled his hair tighter; both of us fighting for dominance. he realigned his dick with me; hitching his hips he dragged himself over my clit, “eren!” i was getting frustrated with him, which didn’t make the knot in my stomach any easier.
he smirked devilishly, grabbing my cheeks abruptly. his grip was tight; i couldn’t move even if i wanted to, “who’s under who?” he reminded, using his other hand to tease my slit again. he moved his tumb over my clit; pushing in with just friction.
eren cruely kept the pressure with no movement, “be a good girl,” he moved his head closer to breathe into my ear. his breath was cold over the fresh wound. “tell me how bad you want my cock in you.” both of hands stayed firm in their places, only applying more force to my clit. the rest of his hand held my torso down; making it impossible to move, “i’m desperate eren, please,” i begged one more time, hoping it would be enough for him to give in.
he did, finally letting his thumb circle on my clit. a moan ripped through my throat, finally satisfied with some friction. taking his dick back in his hand, he lined it up with my entrance. he piercing was cool, and i felt it trace inside. he only let himself go a few inches before stopping, “tell me if it’s too much,” his grip softened to let me nod, but only for a second.
i felt his hips slam into me before i felt the stretch of my skin, my shoulders hiccuped, bringing myself closer to him. we both let out whimpers at the contact, and i felt myself clench around him at the sound. he hissed, moving his hips back before repeating the same motion. “holy fuck,” curses slipped through his mouth, but i was only capable of mewling, my mind only focused on sensations.
i could feel him holding back; there was no way he could fit all of his length in. despite that, he continued pounding into me, bringing one hand to stabilize my waist; keeping me from sliding. he brought his thumb back on my clit, overwhelming everything. when i dug my nails in again, i felt a cool liquid form under them, but i didn’t lessen my grip.
his breathing became uneven as he let out a low moan, same as me. my hips started bucking further into him, as the knot in my core tighten, “eren, i’m close,” i whined feeling my torso tighten. “let it go princess,” he cooed in my ear, speeding up his pace; simultaneously working his thumb and hips in the same movements.
it threw me over the edge; i brought my arms around his neck to bring the rest of my body next to his, holding him close. he made a quick movement, laying flat on his back, bringing me with him while continuing his thrusts. he let go of my clit, bringing his hands to tighten around my waist, holding me still.
i connected my lips to his, sloppily kissing him while trying to keep the string of moans in my throat. the new position allowed his dick to hit my g-spot, and my breaths convulsed with my orgasm. eren worked me through it, movements getting sloppy until i felt his dick twitch inside me; shooting cum. the warmth it created mixed with mine, and i brought my hips down to continue to ride his dick in his exhaustion.
he extended his head toward the bed, softly moaning at the overstimulation. “you did so good,” he brought a hand up to my cheek, staring into my eyes. i kept my hips in their place, but stopped my movements. continuing to feel him inside could’ve worked up another orgasm, but i stopped myself, seeing how fucked-out eren was.
“eren,” he blinked, coming back to reality, face furrowing, continuing to feel me around him. “you came in me,” post nut clarity caused anxiety to throb in my stomach, we weren’t even near a convenience store. he laughed at my lightly fearful face, “don’t worry about it,” his hands snaked further around my body, coming up to my shoulder blades.
he pressed my body against his, i leaned my head down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. it was faint, and the pumps were so far apart i could’ve missed them. but they were there. he really was alive.
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a/n: happy thanksgiving! hope y’all are stuffed ☺️
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